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WGWF Dark started off hot and heavy with Emily Simms and Brooke Blakely taking center stage. Emily gained the early upper hand with a series of chain wrestling. Emily shot Brooke across the ring, Brooke reversed and looked for a leapfrog only to land gingerly on her right knee! Emily took control focusing her offense on the right knee. Simms looked for several submission holds including a Figure Four Leg Lock. Brooke fights through the pain to get to the ropes. Emily set Brooke up for her finish only to have Brooke sneak an inside cradle to score the pinfall victory!
WINNER: BROOKE BLAKELY
Match Time- 6:19
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The Global Tron opens up as we see a video clip play while listening to Johnny Cash’s Ain’t No Grave Can Hold Me Down starts to play. The video clip is dark as it makes people wonder what is going on before words slowly emerge
“I will return.”
With that, the shot fades
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Poor Milk Mason didn’t have a chance against Jenny Myst. Jenny completely dominated Milk starting off with a Russian Leg Sweep, Myst choked away at Mason breaking at the four count. Jenny showcased herself nicely before putting Mason away with a Twist of Fate for a three-count in a quick fashion.
WINNER VIA PINFALL: JENNY MYST
Match Time: 3:25
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Our Dark Main Event kicked off with Spencer Adams and Mac Bane starting things off but this wasn’t a wrestling match, this broke down into a straight fight moments following the opening bell. Adams and Mac Bane traded right hands before Mac cut off Adams with a thumb to the eye. The tag champs cut the ring off from Cable using tactics less than fair. Miller tagged in stomping away at Adams. Spencer turned things around when Miller went for a shoulder block in the corner that Adams sidesteps and sends Bam smacking his right shoulder first off the post. Adams makes the tag to Cable and enters The Beast as he mows over Miller with a lariat. Mac enters the ring and so does Adams. All four men start brawling before they spill out to the floor! The referee lays the count to both teams. Adams hurls Mac Bane over the security barrier and into the crowd. Miller looks to shoot Cable into a ring post but Cable reverses and it’s Miller who smacks off the post crumbling to the floor and allowing John to slide into the ring moments before the fatal count of ten.
WINNERS VIA COUNTOUT: JOHN CABLE and SPENCER ADAMS
Match Time: 9:34 ** Angled per handlers **
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The crowd gets ready for tBrawl to take the air when we suddenly see the Titan Tron change from the WGWF Dark logo to a shot of a house somewhere unknown. We hear heavy distorted breathing as the camera moves along the walls of the house until it stops at a name tag, but the name is being covered up.
unknown: I have finally found what I was looking for.
We hear sinister laughter from the figure as he walks up the driveway of the house as we can tell that whoever lives there is rather rich
unknown: Let’s find out who is at home, I will soon come back for the first episode of WGWF Cribs.
We hear the crowd look on to the Titan Tron before the shot fades.
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CENTURION: Hold the phone, that’s familiar music right there!
A spotlight hits the top of the ramp revealing…
CENTURION: ROBERT “THE OMEGA” MAIN is LIVE on Monday Night Brawl!
The crowd gives Main a thunderous ovation as he stands at the top of the ramp before starting to saunter toward the ring while the Brooklyn crowd let him know they’ve not forgotten him or his accomplishments in the industry.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The million dollar question is why is he here?
Robert climbs up on the ring apron and steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Main calls for the microphone as the music fades away with Main taking center ring. He raises the microphone and addresses the hard camera.
ROBERT MAIN: What’s up Brooklyn, miss me?
The crowd erupts.
ROBERT MAIN: I’ve never been a guy that likes to waste a lot of time so allow me to cut to the chase. I was content with staying out of the limelight until I answered that call from my boy Caedus to take part in War Games adding another successful win to my column… but what next?
Robert turns toward the top of the ramp.
ROBERT MAIN: I said I don’t like to waste a lot of time, so, Chris Page… I think you know why I’m here.
The crowd erupts as Chris Page steps through the curtain and walks out to the top of the ramp. Page and Main lock eyes as a heated staredown ensues between the two.
CENTURION: The history that runs between these two men is DEEP! For over two years they engaged in a rivalry that is like no other I’ve ever seen in the decades I’ve been doing this.
Chris starts to walk down the ramp as the Brooklyn crowd is red hot. Main hasn’t taken his eyes off CCP and vice versa.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is a moment!
Chris reaches ringside as he climbs up on the apron, seemingly debating before stepping through the ropes to a massive ovation from the Brooklyn crowd. Chris reaches in the back pocket of his jeans where he pulls out his own microphone. The music fades away leaving a massive chant of….
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
Robert turns his head toward the left looking out across the crowd while Chris turns his head to the right.
CENTURION: It’s deafening inside the Barclay’s Center!
Page and Main turn their heads in the opposite direction in unison as the chant gets louder and louder. Chris and Robert look at each other, Page raises the microphone and states.
CHRIS PAGE: Are we doing this?
A massive “YES! YES! YES! YES!” chant fills the arena.
ROBERT MAIN: Oh we’re doing this… and we’re doing it at SUMMER MADNESS!
The crowd explodes before shifting into a “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant directed toward the ring. The two men turn toward the hard camera at the same time as Chris raises his microphone.
CHRIS PAGE: WE are here tonight to lay an open challenge for Summer Madness!
An even louder ovation from the crowd is heard!
ROBERT MAIN: WE are calling out any pairing or any team that wants to tempt fate by crossing the path of… CATACLYSM!
The opening baseline of No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ hits the PA and a spotlight pans over the crowd in search of Spencer before a camera cut shows the Badmon surrounded in a sea of fans emerging from a hallway and onto the stairs high overhead. He stands there, soaking in the adoration of the fans in attendance and after a moment brings a mic to his mouth as the fans settle to hear him out.
SPENCER ADAMS: Did I hear someone out here needed a challenge for Summer Madness?
The fans explode at the implications as Page and Main look at each other across the ring and then back up to Adams in the stands.
CHRIS PAGE: You heard incorrectly, allow me to reiterate…. We have thrown down an open challenge, so unless you have yourself a partner for the occasion you might as well see yourself out.
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Pop Evil's 'Trenches' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly around the arena.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights search the arena and finally settle on a staircase on the opposite side of the arena, where a masked Johnathan Cable emerges into the crowd to a standing ovation.
JOHN CABLE: Good thing he HAS a partner then, isn’t it?
The arena goes wild at the answer to the challenge of the Cataclysm here tonight. Robert smirks and pats Chris on the shoulder. The two share a few words amongst themselves. Chris chuckles under his breath as he answers.
CHRIS PAGE: If you consider yourself a partner, then sure. We aren’t here for a drawn out conversation, if you two are interested in taking this open challenge the only thing we have to say about it is…
Robert raises his microphone.
ROBERT MAIN: It’s your funeral.
Main drops the microphone as does Page as a staredown between the four men take place.
CENTURION: It looks like we’ve just gotten ourselves ANOTHER match for Summer Madness as Cataclysm reunites for the first time in nearly two years to take on the newly formed team of Spencer Adams and John Cable. Summer Madness continues to get bigger and bigger!
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“Let me help you!”
The exasperated exclamation echoed down the hallway in advance of the owner of the voice, Lycana hovering over her companion, a slim brunette with a boot on her injured ankle, thumping steadily along with a mutinous expression on her face, as the duo turned the corner into view.
LYCANA: You know I can heal you right now, right Nova?
NOVA SKYE: I need to do it on my own Ly.
LYCANA: Good God, you are more stubborn than I am… Jimmy was right.
Lycana and Nova both pause on the impact of that statement.
NOVA SKYE: Don’t tell him that.
LYCANA: I don’t plan on it.
They both chuckle softly.
LYCANA: You sure you don’t want me to fix up that torn ligament?
NOVA SKYE: Nah, I want to learn to do it myself if I can, so I’ll just have to live vicariously through you guys for a while until you teach me.
LYCANA: You’ll change your mind by Summer Madness, if not earlier.
They make their way up to a door, give a few soft raps on it, as a deep voice answers the knocks loudly.
JIM CAEDUS: Who the fuck izzit!?
They cut their eyes at one another, brows arching at the unusually gruff response, Lycana pausing with her hand on the knob.
NOVA SKYE: It’s us, can we come in?
A moment later the door pulls open, Ly drawing her hand back. Jim stands before them, visage dark, a frown stabbing down. He attempts a smile, a slight raise of the corner of his mouth.
JIM CAEDUS: Yeah, sorry. Come in.
LYCANA: You okay?
Jim doesn't answer right away, merely giving Ly a kiss on the cheek in response to her quick hug, before she moves out of the way for Nova to go to him, holding to the door to free up his arm.
JIM CAEDUS: No I'm not okay. Hey baby.
NOVA SKYE: What's wrong?
Ignoring the question, he wraps an arm around Nova's waist, pulling her in carefully (minding her injured ankle) for an embrace followed by a sweet kiss, slowly deepening until their lips were seemingly fused together, the searing heat evident to anyone within a ten mile radius. When it ends, she smiles softly, planting one on the tip of his nose, before repeating herself.
NOVA SKYE: Tell us. What's wrong Jimmy?
Furrowing his brow yet again, he turns and walks to the bench against the wall, lowering himself down.
JIM CAEDUS: I'm jus'...jus' havin' a hard time.
LYCANA: What, Vaughn? The match tonight?
JIM CAEDUS: *scoff* Yeah, no. Fuck Vaughn. I'll handle 'im soon enough an' the match ain't no concern. I'm talkin' 'bout... Talkin' 'bout Elora…
Nova looks to Lycana before turning back to Jim.
NOVA SKYE: Why don’t I go grab you something to drink and then we can talk?
JIM CAEDUS: Wit' yer injury? I'll get it.
Nova’s jaw stiffens as Ly makes a face behind Nova’s back at Jim, shaking her head quickly.
NOVA SKYE: I’ll get it. My leg isn't broken, you know.
JIM CAEDUS: …Alright gorgeous. Thank you.
Nova flashes him a sweet smile, before making her way out the door, and starting down the hallway. Lycana peeks out then whispers to Jim.
LYCANA: She’s a tad more independent now that she’s hurt.
JIM CAEDUS: No kiddin'.
LYCANA: Look, I’m sorry about what happened… Out in the desert…
JIM CAEDUS: Don't be. They deserved what they got.
LYCANA: I mean failing you Jimmy.
JIM CAEDUS: ……………..Not yer fault ba- ..Tavs.
LYCANA: We can… try again if you want?
JIM CAEDUS: Not sure if it'll do any good…but if y'wanna, I'm game. Don't know what the fuck else t' do at this point.
Jim glances away for a moment as if in thought…then fishes his hand in his pocket.
JIM CAEDUS: I got another text from whoever the hell it was the first time. Maybe y'should take a loo-
He's interrupted by a loud crash from down the hall, followed by a soft cry of distress. Lycana and Jim look at each other in confusion as a faint scuffling sound continues, followed by a thud, and yelp of pure pain, one that was very familiar to both of them.
JIM CAEDUS: ..NOVA!?
They bolt through the doorway and down the hall, where a crumpled heap lay, holding her now bootless ankle amidst puddles of water, the bottle smashed and forgotten nearby, choked whimpers escaping her.
JIM CAEDUS: BABY!
She looks up at Jim with tears cascading down her face.
LYCANA: Who the FUCK?!
Jim kneels beside her, gently stroking her hair free from her wet cheeks.
JIM CAEDUS: What happened??
Nova shakes her head.
NOVA SKYE: I don't know… I was walking… I heard them running up behind me and I didnt turn around in time. They wore a hooded robe, I couldn't see anything except long blond hair… My ankle… They went that way.
She points.
LYCANA: Myst!! It HAD to be!!
Lycana growls, stalking over to retrieve the boot from its landing place.
JIM CAEDUS: Oh that bitch is fuckin' dead! DEAD!! Tavvy-
LYCANA: She's mine… She can run and hide all she wants… Summer Madness, she’s mine.
NOVA SKYE: I… can’t stand up…
Without another word, Jim scoops her softly into his arms and stands, lifting her as she wraps her arms around his neck.
JIM CAEDUS: I'm so sorry baby…I'm so sorry.
He carries her down the hall, leaving Lycana standing with a fierce look on her face, staring the direction the hooded attacker had fled.
LYCANA: I'm going to END you, Myst. End you. I swear it….
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At the opening bell Amber Mansley storms the center of the ring, taking control of the mat and forcing Edward to come and meet her. The two tie up as soon as they’re close enough, and Edward is able to twist Amber into a standing armbar before snapping a kick into her midsection and doubling her over. Edward lets go of Amber but snatches her up again almost immediately, this time in a side headlock. He’s not able to lock it in though, and Amber shoots him forward into the ring ropes. Edward rebounds back to the middle, and Amber catches him with a standing dropkick! Edward skids across the canvas but quickly grabs the ropes and pulls himself back to his feet. Amber rolls to her feet as well, a subtle smile on her lips as the crowd cheers the action loudly. Amber charges towards Grado, who’s trapped in the corner. She leaps through the air looking for a body splash, but Edward dives out of the way and Amber crashes hard into the turnbuckle and stumbles back out to the middle of the ring in a slight daze. Edward scrambles to his feet and over to Amber, then rocks her with a heavy uppercut! Edward falls back into the ropes and slingshots himself at Mansley, leaping forward and spearing Amber in the midsection! The spear lands clean, dropping Amber flat to the canvas! Edward dives on top of her for the cover!
1!!
2!!
Amber gets a shoulder up, breaking the count!
CENTURION: Grado with a spear nearly put Amber away. You know she’d have something to say about that.
DERRICK DIAMOND: With Summer Madness right around the corner wins are critical for everyone on the roster.
Amber shoves Edward off of the top of her, both competitors making their way back up to their feet. Edward looks to keep the momentum in his favor and quickly advances, but before he can lay a finger on Amber Mansley she rotates on her heels and connects with a spinning back elbow! Edward stumbles backwards into the corner, clutching at his jaw and trying to stay vertical and clear his head. Amber chases him into the corner, hooking his head underneath her arm and running up the ropes before spiking Grado to the canvas with a tornado DDT! The crowd gasps audibly as Grado flips head over heels and lays motionless on the mat. Amber looks to the turnbuckle, then out at the crowd. With a devilish grin, she pops to her feet and heads for the turnbuckle, climbing quickly to the top rope and turning out to the crowd. She spreads her arms wide, ready to launch into a moonsault, but never sees Edward Grado roll to his feet and rumble towards the corner. He jumps up to the middle rope, wrapping Amber around the waist as her eyes widen in shock and horror. He launches her backwards with a suplex from the top rope, sending her crashing awkwardly to the canvas and leaving her in a crumpled heap. Edward seems to have taken significant damage himself there, as he lays motionless on his back.
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
The crowd chants loudly as the two competitors lay prone on opposite ends of the ring. Grado moves first, forcing himself to roll over to his hands and knees before crawling slowly across the canvas. He reaches Mansley, and with a colossal effort drops an arm over her shoulders and collapses beside her. The referee drops dutifully into position and begins the count!
1!!
2!!
THR…
Kickout! Amber gets a shoulder up, and Grado shakes his head despondently. Amber wriggles out from underneath Edward and rolls underneath the bottom rope to the ring apron, pulling herself up to her feet. Edward stands slowly inside the ring and quickly charges at Amber, looking to knock her to the floor. Mansley has him scouted though and ducks low, driving her shoulder through the ropes and into Edwards's midsection. The crowd groans as they can hear the wind being driven from Grado’s lungs. He stumbles backward into the middle of the ring and gasps for breath, Amber jumping up to the top rope and launching into a springboard body splash!
CENTURION: Mansley with a beautiful spring board cross body to Grado!
She blasts Grado, landing directly on top of him for a cover! The referee drops instantly and begins the count!
1!
CENTURION: It’s over!
2!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Grado got flattened!
THR-
KICKOUT!
Edward gets a shoulder up, the crowd exploding as Amber Mansley looks at him in shock and then turns with a snarl towards the referee. The referee assures her that Edward got a shoulder up, but Amber seems convinced that this bout should already be over. Amber eventually turns her attention back to her opponent, grabbing Grado by the straps up his ring gear and dragging him up to his feet.
CENTURION: Mansley can’t lose her cool, she’s got to stay on task.
Before Amber can do anything Grado cracks her with a backhanded chop! The crowd pops as Edward shows signs of life, and winds up for another powerful shot. Amber falls backwards into the ropes, avoiding his attack before launching herself forward with a flying knee! She lands directly in the center of Edward Grado’s chest, knocking him flat on his back. He tries to roll over to his hands and knees and crawl away from Amber, but that’s the worst decision he could have made… Amber pounces on his back and sinks in her patented camel clutch hold.
CENTURION: CANCELED!
EDWARD GRADO HAS BEEN CANCELLED!
DERRICK DIAMOND: He taps the mat frantically, and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell and end the match!
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WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: AMBER MANSLEY
Match Time: 8:45
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After securing the victory on Monday Night Brawl, Amber Mansley stood on her feet and got her arm raised by the referee. The Brooklyn, New York audience booed Amber with sheer disrespect, but this was her moment to claim after opening Monday Night Brawl with an outstanding performance over Edward Grado. "Break It Down" by Lil' Debbie continues to play around the surrounding systems of the Barclay Center as Amber removes herself away from the official attending to Edward Grado and goes over to the turnbuckles to stand on the middle turnbuckle to pose for all the fans at ringside downright belligerent with their insults.
CENTURION: Amber Mansley has found herself victorious against Edward Grado kicking things off on Monday Night Brawl tonight!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Great, now we'll never hear the end of this!
Amber descends from the middle turnbuckle and walks over to the ropes until the large screen on the stage before she begins to malfunction, with her music becoming distorted. She backs away from the ropes and stands in the center of the ring, confused by the sudden technological issues until the entire arena becomes pitch black, and her music fades to silence. The large screen turns on again, revealing a figure covered in shadow until Cyrus Riddle sits in a chair, staring at Amber's eyes. Amber takes a step back from the imagery and looks displeased by Cyrus, making his presence known during her television time.
Cyrus Riddle: Bravo, Ms. Mansley, bravo indeed. Congratulations on your first legitimate win, even if it was against an opponent who is a caricature of what this business is and should be. Now, I don’t want you to get an even bigger ego about this, I mean fuckinell, the shine on your forehead is already blinding.
Riddle smirks like an asshole.
Cyrus Riddle: However, that’s not why I am here, to throw jabs. No, I just want to remind you that your true test is I. No matter who you face, win against, or perhaps even lose against, they will never be the caliber wrestler and grand entertainer that you see before you. The name Cyrus Riddle has lingered on the tongues of numerous greats in this business, as a hallmark of what it feels like to brush against superiority. I’m going to be your reminder that the world is not always bright. I will be the dark clouds that infiltrate your blue skies. You bring the shine, and I’ll be the storm. Summer Madness, Madison Square Garden, the Mecca of Wrestling venues. We are less than a month away…
Riddle’s sentence trails off as he begins to contemplate to himself. After looking off to the side momentarily, he shakes his head and laughs.
Cyrus Riddle: And you know, I think it is time that we begin our games. Lesson number one, Amber… even the happiest of moments can be ripped away within seconds. When things feel limitless, sometimes the void crashes down upon our very heads.
Riddle looks and points upward. Suddenly, black goo falls above and covers Amber Mansley, who slips on the canvas. The crowd laughs at her being ruined in this black liquid she can't get off and she stands on her knees screaming out in pure frustration. She throws a childish tantrum and yells at Cyrus, laughing maniacally on the large screen before he disappears, and the camera immediately cuts
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Thunder Struck" by AC/DC begins to play over the PA. The Barclay's crowd looks a bit confused, but as "Thundering" Terry Marshall steps out to the top of the entranceway the crowd loses their minds with a massive pop that would rival that of the Road Warriors in the 80s.
Marshall stops at the top of the ramp, he pats his chest of his heart three times, and then points out the crowd. Marshall then poses, because Marshall MUST POSE!
But, this time Marshall shoots the "love" hand gesture with both hands while flexing. His massive arms rip the sleeves of his shirt. Marshall looks at them, shrugs, gives a small and gives a small laugh. Marshall grabs the neck of his retro "Thundermania" shirt and rips it off, bringing the crowd to a deafening roar as he throws the shirt into the crowd.
Marshall heads to the ring smacking hands with fans as he gets to ringside where he is handed a mic. Marshall enters the ring and poses one more time as the music fades out, but the crowd doesn't.
MARSHALL!!!
MARSHALL!!!
MARSHALL!!!
MARSHALL!!!
MARSHALL!!!
Marshall cups his hand to his ear and acts like he can't hear which gets the crowd louder. Marshall smiles and waves the crowd down. The crowd finally calms down allowing Marshall to speak.
Terry Marshall: LOOKS LIKE THUNDERAMANIA IS STILLLLLL RUNNING WILD DUUUUUDDDEEESSS!!!
The crowd lets out another massive pop and begins chanting.
THUNDERAMANIA!!!
*Clap, clap, clap.*
THUNDERAMANIA!!!
*Clap, clap, clap.*
THUNDERAMANIA!!!
*Clap, clap, clap.*
THUNDERAMANIA!!!
*Clap, clap, clap.*
Terry Marshall: Ya know dudes, as awesome as this is, I didn't come here tonight to be put over. No brother, I came here to talk about Summer Madness. I've heard there is a tag team turmoil match, and you know how much old Terry Marshall loves tag team wrestling.
The crowd pops and begins chanting again.
S.E.X!
S.E.X!
S.E.X!
Terry Marshall: Ya know, ever since I was hoodwinked and had my own company hijacked from me, I've been training. Clanging and banging. Smack talken the talk, and sprinting the walk. The problem is dudes….
I don't have a tag team partner.
As some of you may, or may not know. My BFF, lifting, tag, and platonic life partner Space Lord went M.I.A on a mission on to Rigel 7. There was a distress signal, a loud blast was heard, and all communication wast, and that was over two years ago, so I can only assume to worst.
So, I don’t have a partner… YET! But, I’m going to find myself a partner and we are going to win the tag team turmoil at Summer Madness. I’m dedicating the match, and dedicating the win of those WGWF tag team titles to Space Lord dudes.
It doesn't matter if I team with Mike or Milk Mason. It doesn’t matter if it’s Robert Main or Coding Rhodes. I’m bringing those belts home because no matter who is by my side, I know who’s got my back, and that is the greatest force in the universe, YOU! THE THUNDERAMANIACS!!!
The crowd roars with a thunderous ovation. Marshall throws the microphone down and begins flexing again as “Thunderstruck” hits the PA once more.
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[The screen displays the words "COMING SOON" in bold, blood-red letters, emphasizing the impending return of the untamed demon, shrouded in an aura of horror.]
Narrator (Voiceover): "He is coming... to haunt your dreams... and unleash a reign of terror."
The video ends with a final image of Damage, his silhouette cloaked in darkness, emanating an overwhelming sense of dread and malevolence.
Narrator (Voiceover): "Prepare... for the awakening... of the untamed demon."
The screen fades to black, leaving the viewers with a bone-chilling sense of anticipation, as they await the return of Damage, the untamed demon, ready to bring nightmares to life in the wrestling world of WGWF once again.
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No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ hits the PA as Barclays loses their minds. Spencer Adams steps out in trunks and a FightSmart shirt, twirling a mic between the fingers of his right hand.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We heard that Spencer Adams was gonna be here and he’s delivered on his word, Cent.
CENTURION:Not one, but two snakes in the grass for Spencer Adams and we’ve got to wonder what the future holds not just for Adams, but his followers as well.
Spencer reaches the end of the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope. He rolls his eyes upward, contemplating his first words as he gets to his feet.
Crowd: BAAAAADMON! BAAAAAADMON! BAAAAAADMON! BAAAAAAADMON!
Spencer Adams: Brooklyn..color me confused.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh?
Spencer Adams: Last week didn’t exactly go my way and that’s fine. I’ve won a lot and I’ve lost a lot, but I’ve never been one to hide from it. In fact, I’ve never been one to hide from much of anything..which is where I’m a little lost here.
He looks towards the mat, a deep exhale pushing through flared nostrils before he looks back to the hardcam.
Spencer Adams: Calaway and Gemini, you two knew this was coming. You knew I’d be here with a response. Hell, you’ve always known where I was. You were in plain sight this whole time, after all. Which..begs the question of “Why?” Why execute a conspiracy to get to Spencer Adams? If you or anybody else wants Spencer Adams, all you need to do is ask.
The crowd erupts into a chorus of nuclear boos as the tron sparks to life with Gemini and Calaway standing side by side, both women proudly holding up their respective ski masks with one hand and placing their others over their mouths to mime a synchronized gasping.
CENTURION: Disgraceful.
Spencer Adams: That’s cute. No, really. Round of applause for these two.
The crowd boos like fucking crazy.
Spencer Adams: Guys, I said applause. Come on.
They boo louder somehow.
Spencer Adams: Well, I tried.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Maybe a lost cause there.
Spencer Adams: Let’s get to it, shall we? You wanted Spencer Adams? You’ve got Spencer Adams. I’ll even give you two time to ready yourselves. Let’s do this..at Summer Madness.
The crowd pops hard while Ally and Alice burst into laughter on the tron.
Alice: That's how you've always been, right? You love to do things big and you, just like most of that locker room, have to be the center of attention. You think you're the main character. It's always been that way with you.
You win wrestler of the year however many times and you come out trying to fight the system and do what you think is right.
Fuck you.
You don't understand a Goddamn thing about what you're preaching. You've never been held down or judged by who you are a day in your worthless life. We're going to show you what it's really like to be… held down. You're just some guy, Spencer. That's all you'll ever be.
Spencer nods and turns to a crowd still booing the fuck out of the women on screen. He goes to lift the mic back to his mouth and hesitates for a moment before uttering a final response.
Spencer: Guys, I’ll…I’ll be right back, actually.
He drops the mic and dips out through the ropes. Meanwhile on the tron, the camera view goes wonky as Alice shoves at the lens and the feed cuts.
CENTURION: Sounds like we haven’t seen the last of Spencer Adams for the night, but is that technically challenge accepted?
DERRICK DIAMOND: We’ll find out soon enough!
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Levi and Pax will be starting this contest for their respective teams. KC and Eli exit onto the ring apron as Pax and Levi approach each other in the center of the ring. Levi holds his hand up in the air for a test of strength and Pax hesitantly begins to lift her hand in the air as well and just before their fingers touch Levi walks back to his corner and tags in Eli. Pax darts to the corner as Eli steps into the ring and is caught with a spinning elbow that sends her stumbling back. Eli runs toward Pax with a clothesline but she sidesteps and trips him right down onto his face and drops an elbow right in the back of his neck.
CENTURION: Pax showing her speed to offset Eli.
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Young Lions have a lot to live up to after the stunts they’ve pulled over the last several weeks, and with the winner of this entering Tag Team Turmoil last at Summer Madness the stakes couldn’t be higher for these two teams.
Eli rolls onto his back and begins to get to his feet as Pax hits the ropes dashing toward him but is quickly reversed with a rollup.
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The two stand to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring. Eli grabs Pax in a side headlock and begins to crank down on her neck. Pax shoots Eli off into the ropes closest to his corner and Levi makes the tag on his back which the referee does not see. Pax bends and floats Eli over with a high back body drop and is met with a super kick right to the chin from Levi who the referee immediately begins to shove back into the corner while reprimanding him. Levi argues that they made the tag and then steps back out onto the apron.
CENTURION: Young and immature describes these two to a tee.
Pax makes her way over to her corner and makes the tag to KC at the exact time that Eli tags in Levi. The two now legal competitors rush toward each other and begins to exchange strikes, rights, lefts and elbows. KC gets the upper hand with a leg kick followed by a spinning body kick. Levi halts the momentum instantly with a high knee strike that sounds like a gunshot went off and KC wobbles. Levi hits KC with a step up enzugiri and quickly gets back to his feet to deliver a DDT crumbling her to the mat. Levi makes the cover.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: I do love the Cassette Collection, they are inspiring to watch.
Levi stands to his feet and drags KC back to his corner and stomps down on her before making the tag to Eli. The two pick up KC and hook her for a double suplex but then turn toward the turnbuckle and deliver a double vertical suplex into the turnbuckles. KC crashes to the on her head and neck. The referee is counting the Young lions down as Levi exits the ring. Eli drags KC to the middle of the ring and hooks her leg for the cover.
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Pax jumps on top of Eli to break up the cover and goes right back to the corner.
Pax begins clapping her hands above her head which gets the crowd to do the same thing.
KC begins to crawl to her corner and Eli grabs ahold of her leg and begins to drag her back to his corner and she spins and kicks him in the face twice which forces him to release his grasp. KC gets closer to her corner and Eli once again rushes in an attempt to stop her but KC jumps and makes the tag to Pax who comes racing into the ring with a ton of momentum. Pax delivers a clothesline that sits Eli down and then one to Levi which sends him crashing down to the floor. Pax turns and delivers a roundhouse kick to Eli who has made his way to his feet and then floats him over with an arm drag. She then runs and dives over the top rope and crashes right into Levi before standing back to her feet and sliding into the ring and hyping up the crowd.
CENTURION: AIR PAX!!
Pax slides back into the ring and delivers a thunderous kneeling neck breaker to Eli and makes a cover.
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Pax goes over to her corner and makes the tag to KC who gets in the ring with her. The two wait for Eli to get to his knees and once he does they line him up and deliver a double superkick that lands perfectly and drops him right on his back. Pax jumps back out onto the apron and KC makes the cover.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: That little bastard.
Levi pulls KC to her feet by her hair and drives her back to the mat with a reverse DDT. Pax comes flying into the ring and begins to brawl with Levi and the two fall through the middle ropes outside the ring. Eli rolls an arm over KC.
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While Pax and Eli are brawling outside of the ring, Levi has pulled KC back to her feet after a near fall and delivers two heavy right hands before sending her into the corner with a hard Irish whip. Levi runs and crashes into KC with a huge corner clothesline and then runs back across the ring and back to the corner with a splash that is this time avoided by KC who simply falls to the mat while Levi crashes head first off the turnbuckles. KC rolls up the stumbling Levi while the fans are cheering her on.
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Outside the ring Eli has sent Pax crashing into the steel ring steps and then into the barrier, he jumps back up onto the apron in his corner and hollers for the tag. KC has begun to get to her feet using the ropes while Levi has made it back to his corner and made the tag. Eli comes into the ring and Irish whips KC into the ropes and hits her with a kitchen sink that floats her over and down to the mat. Eli hits the ropes and slides under the ropes in an attempt to hit Pax with a baseball slide dropkick and she was making Her way back to her corner but she catches him and has him in a waist lock. Before she has the chance to do anything Levi runs across the apron and kicks her right in the face which drops her to the floor. Levi gets into the ring and calls for his partner who slides in as well. Levi delivers a superkick as Eli climbs to the top rope but is shoved off to the floor by Pax. Levi super kicks Pax off of the apron to the floor and the turns his attention back to KC. He scoops her to her feet and sets her up on his shoulders for a one winged angel but she rolls forward into a pin. Levi uses the momentum to continue rolling and stands once again with KC on his shoulders and this time delivers a ring shaking one winged angel and makes the cover.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: THE YOUNG LIONS
Match Time: 9:39
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The Young Lions escape to the floor where Kat Jones joins them and raises their arms in the air as they’ve secured the final entry into the Tag Team Turmoil match for Summer Madness! Kat is more than pleased with the showing as she leads her team back up the ramp.
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Ragnarök was backstage leaning against a wall. The camera was stationed in his face as the former Television and Tag Team Champion spoke with a little smirk.
A few weeks ago, I spoke to the pathetic STD infested WGWF faithful. I spoke to them about my partner Damage being out of commission for a period of time. I thought this week on Monday Night Brawl I would be able to confirm that my right-hand man Damage was medically cleared to compete. However, I cannot give that amazing news for you inbreds. That being said I will make an appearance at Summer Madness regardless. None of you will know when and where Ragnarök will strike. You won't know how I will impact the entire show.
The crowd boos so loud is cancels him out. He waits patiently for the crowd. They finally quiet down as he continues.
I do however, know who to speak with in order to make magic happen. I have the perfect idea in mind that will leave everyone backstage worried. It's time to flex my muscles and show just how much persuasion power I have in WGWF without a title. So many of you want a title opportunity or hide behind the title trying to get what you want. Just shut up and follow my lead because Ragnarök is going to ruffle a lot of feathers come Summer Madness and I don't give a damn. I won't apologize for my actions. It's not in my character to do so. Now if you excuse me, I need to go speak with none other than Chris Page.
The camera follows Ragnarök as he walks about fifty feet knocking on the door of Chris Page. He opens it expecting someone else to see Ragnarök before him.
Ragnarök: My apologies in advance Mr. page for not giving you a heads up. I know I was scheduled for Summer Madness and you're aware of Damage progress which hasn't been the best. However, I do have an interesting idea that even someone like you might appreciate. It will only take a few minutes of your time.
Chris steps aside allowing him to enter. The last thing that is heard before the door shuts is Chris Page.
Chris Page: This better be good.
The camera stays peeled to the door as it opens and Ragnarök and Chris Page shake hands as the scene goes to ringside…
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We cut to the backstage area with the crowd’s audible displeasure trickling in as background noise. Alice and Ally walk side by side, whispering with the camera trailing them. As they pass various WGWF stars, they glare and physically posture, most of their peers responding with noticeable awkwardness.
Alice Gemini: Don’t even think about it.
The crowd pops as John Cable comes into frame, the big man offering little in the way of response.
Alexandra Calaway: Take the out, John.
Cable steps forward with his lumbering frame towering over both women before Spencer steps out from around the corner, his own hand politely prompting John to ignore the threats. Alice and Ally look Spencer up and down from head to toe and scoff at both Spencer and the big man before walking off behind the two.
Spencer Adams: You know what? I’m good.
John Cable: You sure?
Spencer Adams: I’ve got a plan.
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The screen fades in, revealing a dimly lit room with eerie shadows flickering across the walls. The air is heavy with anticipation and a sense of impending doom. The words "COMING SOON" appear on the screen in bold, blood-red letters.
Narrator (Voiceover): "From the depths of darkness... emerges a force... long thought to be silenced."
The screen transitions to flashes of haunting images - creaking doors, flickering lights, and glimpses of the untamed demon's past matches, where his opponents were left broken and defeated.
Narrator (Voiceover): "He returns... stronger... more terrifying than ever before."
The camera zooms in on an empty wrestling ring, covered in a layer of mist as if bearing witness to the imminent return of an otherworldly entity.
Narrator (Voiceover): "Prepare yourselves... for the resurrection of the untamed demon."
The screen displays quick glimpses of the untamed demon's signature moves, each executed with precision and bone-shattering impact, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.
Narrator (Voiceover): "He brings with him... a darkness... that consumes all who dare to face him."
The video shows flashes of Damage's intense training sessions, capturing his relentless determination and the transformation he undergoes, becoming an embodiment of fear and horror.
Damage: (voice distorted, echoing through the room) "I have returned... from the depths of torment... to claim my rightful place."
The video displays chilling glimpses of KC Cooper, Pax Egan, Bam Miller, Mac Bane, Eli James, Levi James, Austin Ramsey and Todrick Ramsey with their expressions.
Narrator (Voiceover): "Prepare to be consumed... by the darkness within."
The screen fades to black again.
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The bell sounds and the two powerful women meet in the middle of the ring for a lockup. They jockey back and forth, neither woman is able to gain a clear advantage as they go back and forth struggling to gain control in the collar and elbow lock. Eventually, both women shove each other off at the same time. Akuma lets out a savage yell and then charges at Cambrick, but Cambrick sidesteps and takes Akuma down with a drop-toe hold. Cambrick quickly spins around and grabs the ankle of Akuma looking for an ankle lock. Akuma spins to her back and uses both legs to shove Cambrick back into the copes. Cambrick hits the ropes and comes back off into Akuma’s waiting feet. Akuma uses her legs to launch Cambrick into the air, but Cambrick tucks and rolls through the launch using a front-hand spring to land on her feet. Akuma is up, turning around to a charging Cambrick who nails Akuma with a White Collar Wonderpunch (Flying/springboard Superman Punch) that knocks Akuma back and through the ropes to the outside.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Two more Monday Night Brawl debuts with Cambrick and Akuma. Cambrick is starting out hot with that vicious superman punch.
Akuma is on the outside trying to gather her sense when Cambrick springboards to the top rope and comes off with a flying body press. Akuma sees her coming, sidesteps, and allows Cambrick to land chest-first on the security railing. Cambrick falls to the ground clutching her chest in great pain. Akuma lands three hard stomps and then rolls back into the ring and yells for the referee to count.
CENTURION: Crash and burn from Cambrick! Akuma needs to seize the moment and use it to her advantage.
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Cambrick rolls back into the ring at 9, and Akuma snaps. Akuma runs across the ring and boots Cambrick in the ribs. Cambrick holds her sternum and begins coughing. Akuma grabs Cambrick and ragdoll tosses Cambrick by her hair across the ring. Cambrick rolls into the corner and uses the turnbuckles to pull herself up. As Cambrick is getting up Akuma is charging in, but Cambrick puts a boot up and Akuma hits it and begins staggering back.
CENTURION: Big boot to the face staggers the beast from Japan.
Cambrick charges out of the corner at the stunned Akuma, but Akuma was playing opossum and catches Cambrick with a Spinning Spinebuster. Akuma. rolls right up and hits the ropes coming back with a big running splash onto Cambrick. Akuma makes the cover.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Near fall by Akuma!
Akuma gets up and pulls Cambrick up by her hair as she does. Once she is on her feet Cambrick throws Akuma’s hands off of her hair and nails her with a hard forearm. Akuma’s head snaps back, but she fires back with a hard forearm that rocks Cambrick. Cambrick fires up and
lands another solid forearm of her own. Akuma is rocked but goes for a Spinning back fist. Cambrick sees the back fist coming and ducks. Cambrick hits another hard forearm that shakes Akuma. Cambrick then begins driving Akuma back to the ropes with forearms, landing three hard and unanswered shots. Akuma is nearly in the ropes where she finally answers with a big kick to the stomach. Cambrick doubles over in pain, and Akuma quickly grabs her and delivers a vicious snap powerbomb.
CENTURION: Cambrick just got stacked by Akuma and that Powerbomb!
Cambrick begins pulling herself up on the ropes as Akuma stalks her. As Cambrick begins to get to her knees Akuma charges for the Konnichiwa (Running boot to face hardstyle), but Cambrick dives out fo the ring at the last minute and Akuma hits the ropes with such force that they shoot her backward and land her on top of her head. Cambrick rolls back onto the apron and pulls herself up as Akuma staggers to her feet. Camrick quickly moves to the turnbuckles and begins climbing to the top. Cambrick comes flying off the top with a standing moonsault, but Akuma catches her and snaps Cambrick down with a power slam, and makes the pin.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Cambrick shows great ring awareness by getting the foot across the bottom rope forcing this match to continue.
Akuma stands up and runs her finger across her throat signaling she is done with Cambrick. Akuma grabs Cambrick and drags her out toward the middle of the ring and then heads for the turnbuckles. Akuma climbs to the top rope slowly and then takes time to jaw at the crowd. Akuma then leaps off with a big splash, but Cambrick rolls out of the way and Akuma lands face first on the canvas. Akuma pushes herself up to all fours and as she does Cambrick hooks in a three-quarter nelson roll up for a pin.
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Cambrick rolls forward and up to her feet as Akuma is getting up, still trying to catch her breath from missing the splash. Cambrick doesn't give her time to catch it though as she drops Akuma with a Swinging neck breaker. Cambrick rolls up, still favoring her chest, but clearly in control of the match. Akuma starts staggering up but s quickly brought back down with a Flying split into a scissor kick that drops Akuma on her face before she slowly rolls over on her back. Cambrick backs into the ropes and steps out to the apron. As Akuma slowly gets up Cambrick flips over the topes and delivers her Boil the Ocean (Buckshot lariat) but as she does Akuma also delivers a Lariat Stan Hansen style and both women are knocked to the mat and dazed.
CENTURION: These two are throwing some stiff shots! Both Cambrick and Akuma are giving us everything they’ve got!
Both women begin moving to their feet at the same time, each one clutching then stomach and chest as they make it to their feet. As they begin to rise Akuma goes for a kick to the stomach again, but Cambrick blocks it. Cambrick quickly lands a shot of her own with a devastating Spinning back fist that rocks Akuma and appears to have her out on her feet. Cambrick goes for a Discus elbow, but Akuma ducks and catches Cambrick with a high-angle belly-to-back suplex that dumps Cambrick on her head. Cambrick his and rolls up to her feet where she staggers and appears to be out as she looks like the walking dead. Akuma looks ready to finish Cambrick off and charges in with a Lariat Stan Hansen style but Cambrick counters by ducking and Catching Akuma in a backslide.
CENTURION: BACKSLIDE!
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Another near fall! This is incredible!
Both women quickly roll to their feet and Akuma strikes first going for a Spinning back fist but Cambrick ducks. As Akuma comes spinning back around in the 360 Cambrick catches her with the Uninvited Tragedy (It’s a diamond cutter/RKO that she only uses as a sudden counter to something). Cambrick quickly makes the pin.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CASTILLA CAMBRICK
Match Time: 9:54
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The crowd applauds the efforts from both competitors as we see Cambrick have her arm raised in victory while Akuma rolls out to the floor and drops to one knee. Akuma looks on with an evil look in her eyes as Cambrick celebrates the victory.
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[The cameras have shifted to the back of the Barclays Center which means the arrival of someone. But this is not any ordinary arrival. Usually you see a limousine, a sports car or a big ass lifted truck. But none of that is what you see. Instead, you see a Horse and Carriage making its way through the back.]
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is fuckin awesome!
CENTURION: I wonder if this guy is lost.
[As the carriage gets closer, you guessed it. Who else would do something like this for attention? You see J Mont and Sonya Benson as they are laughing and giving the middle finger to the cameras.]
CENTURION: I knew I was going to have to deal with this clown tonight, but my night has to start off like this?
DERRICK DIAMOND: You wanna get bitch slapped again?
[As Derrick laughs, Cent looks like he wants to slap the shit out of Derrick. The horse and carriage finally stops and what a convenient spot too. Right where it says……]
RESERVED PARKING FOR FLASH ROTTEN
[J Mont hops out of the carriage first and it's kind of shocking not to see him all decked out tonight like he usually is. But that doesn't mean he is not in style. Just look at his feet for starters. A pair of Solid Gold Ovo Air Jordan’s. A great way to spend 2 million. As you scroll up the great body of J Mont, he has his Air Jordan breakaway pants on and his J Mont BEAST tee shirt. And to top it off, he has a backwards New York Yankees cap, to go along with a VVS1 Diamond Bust Down 14K Byzantine chain and a Rolex GMT Master II Ice. Great way to spend about a million bucks.]
CENTURION: Who the fuck does he think he is? Drake? Gucci Mane?
DERRICK DIAMOND: How do you even know those people?
CENTURION: I watch Entertainment Tonight fool.
DERRICK DIAMOND: You wanna get slapped again?
[The cameras are back on J Mont as he is helping Sonya Benson down from the carriage, and HOLY SHIT on a stick she looks perhaps more gorgeous than ever before, because she is decked out in the famed Stuart Hughes Diamond edition white and gold pantsuit. An easy $734,000.00 price tag - chump change for the cartoonishly rich Sonya Benson. Of course her stylized Television Championship is perfectly fitted around her flawlessly formed waist.]
DERRICK DIAMOND: OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN AND ON EARTH AT THE SAME DAMN TIME! LOOK AT HER CENT! JUST LOOK AT HER!
CENTURION: Get ahold of yourself, man. Stop yelling.
[We hear sobbing coming from the headset, and the feed quickly shifts to the announce team a split second, showing Derrick Diamond crying his eyes out. It’s not from sadness though. He has a huge smile on his face and his waterfalling eyes are big and awed at the sight of the unfathomably pretty woman.]
CENTURION: Are you seriously crying right now?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I’m not crying. My eyes are drooling over the sheer radiance of Sonya’s beauty. It’s blinding. We’re gonna need protective glasses if she comes out here!
[ Cut scene back to the parking lot. Now that J Mont and Sonya are out of the carriage, they are joined by Norris and Smith who are both carrying some things, and it looks as if they are ready to enter the building. But before they do, J Mont reaches into his pocket and hands the man on the horse a wad of money.]
J MONT: Thanks man, and also, tell your horse thanks for the gift too.
[The man on the horse nods his head as he whips the horse to get in motion as it slowly begins to move and leave the area.]
DERRICK DIAMOND: The horse gave a gift?
CENTURION: It’s called a horse ride.
[Once again, Centurion is wrong. J Mont has that evil grin and smile on his face as he looks at Sonya who has that same look.]
J MONT: So, you think the fat man is gonna eat this?
SONYA BENSON: He would eat his own butt if it shot out chocolate butt muffins.
[The cameras zoom in to see a big pile of……….]
CENTURION: You have to be shitting me?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yes, the horse took a big shit right there.
[J Mont looks around and sees a Barclays Center worker coming their way.]
J MONT: Hey young sir, you want to make a quick 1000 bucks?
WORKER: Hell yeah. I need to get a new system in my 89 Corolla.
SONYA BENSON: Oh… my god. Ugh. No. 89 Corolla? No. Buy American. Here.
[She pulls out her checkbook and writes the kid a check. When she hands it to him, his eyes pop out of his head and he seems to be on unsteady feet.]
WORKER: S–s-ss so many zeroes behind that number! Is this a prank?
SONYA BENSON: No sir. Buy American. Get yourself a Chevy Corvette. Maybe two in case the first one breaks down or you crash it. After you get done helping us, ditch this bum job and invest the rest of that money in something worthwhile.
[J Mont snaps his fingers to get the worker’s mind blown attention.]
J MONT: I need you to pick up this horse shit right here and put it in the brown paper bag Sonya has.
WORKER: That’s it??
J MONT: Nice and easy right?
SONYA BENSON: Change your bum life, kid. I’m in a good mood. Prolly won’t happen again until I get bed down. So, awhile.
[The Worker grabs the rag out of his back pocket and his eyes start to tear from the smell. But he gets the shit up in the rag and drops it quickly into the bag that Sonya is holding. He throws the rag to the right of himself and looks at J Mont for the money. J Mont laughs and hands the man 10 100 dollar bills. A man of HIS WORD. Sonya looks a little disgusted from the smell.]
J MONT: You know Fat Rotten won't care about the smell. He takes shits like this everyday.
SONYA BENSON: I snooped his medical file. He has back gland issues. So not only does he smell like dookie as his natural scent, he smells like back sweat 24/7 too. God I can’t wait to see you JKO him in that ring tonight.
[J Mont and Sonya make their way into the building and it looks as if they are on the way towards Flash Rotten’s office or maybe the ring.]
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is going to be great. I love when J Mont and Benson have something planned. It leads to ratings and great entertainment.
CENTURION: So, slapping me out cold was good for business?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I had a great night after that.
[The cameras have not left the scene as they follow J Mont and Benson. They are walking pretty quickly as they pass a bunch of workers for Barclays, as well as WGWF backstage personnel. They even pass some of the talent that still can't find their way on TV. They then make a right turn down a hallway and just a few feet away, they see the sign on the door.]
FLASH ROTTEN
CO -GM
[J Mont looks at Benson. She looks back at them. They both nod their head as she places that bag of shit right in front of the door. They both look around as there is no one in sight but the cameraman. This is all being caught on the Titantron for the fans in attendance to see as well.]
DERRICK DIAMOND: YES……i know this is going to be better than Billy Madison.
CENTURION: J MONT is a true piece of shit. And Benson is a BITCH!
[J Mont pulls a lighter out of his pocket. Pretty funny he has one since he's not a smoker. Bending down now, he lights the side of the bag. The flames start to increase. And look what we have here.]
CENTURION: I wish someone would throw that bag at J Mont.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Why are you hating on them? This is probably going to be the most viewed segment of the whole show. And probably the highest trending thing on Twitter.
[J Mont is holding his nose as Benson walks a few feet away. The cameraman looks like he wants to throw up. J Mont knocks calmly 3 times on the door and takes off around the corner with Benson. Now, all that is in front of Rottens door is a bag of shit on fire.]
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[You can hear the door open up and Rotten looks both ways and doesn't see anyone. He takes a step forward and steps right into the shit on fire. The look on his face is priceless.]
CENTURION: HOLY SHIT!!!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is amazing… Flash is really a Piece of SHIT now!
CENTURION: You might not have a job after that comment
DERRICK DIAMOND: They will fire you before me!
[But wait, there’s more. Norris and Smith swoop by in drive-by mode. Norris douses Flash with a bucket of tar and then Smith SMACKS him with a huge ass break away sack that sends millions of feathers everywhere.
[J Mont and Sonya are cracking up but are in complete shock when they see Barclay Security running to the scene with fire extinguishers to put out Flash Rotten before any serious injury could happen. Apparently tar is flammable.]
J MONT: Oh well, at least he stepped in the bag of shit. Maybe he will know his role now.
SONYA BENSON: What should we call him now? Peebody Rotten or Poop-Footed Flash?
[Benson and J Mont shake hands at what they have done to Rotten. And before they get ready for their match, J Mont looks over to the camera man.]
J MONT: You think we did this alone? Take a look at this.
[The fans are going crazy at the site of James Raven. Was he behind this with Sonya and J Mont? Only time will tell. The cameras shift back to ringside as Flash Rotten is being aided too.]
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The screen fades in, revealing a darkened room with smoke swirling in the air. Dim lighting casts eerie shadows, creating an atmosphere of mystery and anticipation. The words "COMING SOON" appear on the screen in bold, fiery letters.
Narrator (Voiceover): "Prepare yourselves... for his return."
The camera cuts to flashes of Damage's most intense and savage moments in the ring, showcasing his untamed power and unrelenting aggression.
Narrator (Voiceover): "From the depths of darkness, the untamed demon emerges."
The screen transitions to glimpses of Damage's training, highlighting his unwavering dedication and the physical transformation he undergoes.
Narrator (Voiceover): "He has embraced the darkness within, honing his strength and unleashing his fury."
The video shows clips of Damage's past victories, leaving his opponents broken and defeated, as the crowd erupts with both awe and fear.
Narrator (Voiceover): "Witness the rebirth of a force that knows no mercy."
The screen displays quick glimpses of Damage's signature moves, each one executed with precision and devastating impact.
Narrator (Voiceover): "He strikes fear into the hearts of all who stand before him."
The camera zooms in on Damage's eyes, filled with a hunger for vengeance and a desire to reclaim his dominance.
Damage: (voice distorted, echoing through the room) "I am the untamed demon, and my time has come once again."
The video Again displays chilling glimpses of KC Cooper, Pax Egan, Bam Miller, Mac Bane, Eli James, Levi James, Austin Ramsey and Todrick Ramsey with their expressions.
Narrator (Voiceover): "Prepare yourselves for the chaos, for the reckoning that is soon to arrive."
The screen displays the words "COMING SOON" in bold, fiery letters, emphasizing the imminent return of the untamed demon.
Narrator (Voiceover): "He will rise, stronger and fiercer than ever before."
The video ends with a final image of Damage, his silhouette shrouded in darkness, his presence radiating an undeniable aura of power and ferocity.
Narrator (Voiceover): "The untamed demon is on the horizon."
The screen fades to black, leaving the viewers with a sense of anticipation and excitement, eagerly awaiting the moment when the untamed demon will once again reign supreme.
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enturion: Welcome back to WGWF Brawl and for those who’ve stuck with us from the beginning, it looks like we may be getting some answers from the team of Alice Gemini and Alexandra Calaway!
Derrick Diamond: The challenge was thrown down earlier tonight by Spencer Adams for Summer Madness and the question is, will these two accept?
In the ring, Ally and Alice brandish a pair of mics, leaning on one another’s shoulders with devilish grins towards the stage.
Alice Gemini: Spencer Adams.
The crowd’s heat grows nuclear.
Alexandra Calaway: She wasn’t finished!
Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* SHUT THE FUCK UP! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Alice Gemini: You shouldn’t be asking if we accept the challenge. In fact, if you had a whole number IQ, you’d rescind that challenge knowing full well that you have NOBODY in the back to have yours.
Alexandra Calaway: Jim Caedus?
Alice Gemini: Preoccupied!
Alexandra Calaway: Johnny Bacchus?
Alice Gemini: Preoccupied!
Alexandra Calaway: John Cable?
Alice Gemini: Don’t. Just don’t.
Alexandra Calaway: You have NOBODY back there capable of taking us on. Accept it and bow out now before this gets worse.
The crowd roars to life as Spencer steps through onto the stage, mic in hand once again.
Alice Gemini: I mean, we’ll do the two on one. Neither of us will lose a second of sleep over giving you the beatdown your ego warrants.
Spencer Adams: …You’re right.
Alexandra Calaway: Of course we’re right!
Spencer Adams: I don’t have a lot of allies in that locker room with space in their schedules..that’s why I had to get a little more…creative.
Badmon turns his hand over with the microphone dangling above the grates, supported only by his fingers.
Centurion: What’s he got in mind here?
Derrick Diamond: Has Spencer Adams found himself a tag partner?!
With the off-hand, Spencer points towards a spot in the audience, allowing the camera to cut towards a ski-masked figure in the front row.
Centurion: What the Hell is going on here?!
The riff to “The Ground Below” by Run the Jewels cuts through the arena and the crowd comes UNGLUED.
Derrick Diamond: NO. WAY!
Spencer lets the mic fall to the ground and holds up the middle three fingers on his right hand against his forehead. The masked figure pulls the ski mask off and does the same.
Centurion: CJ PHOENIX IS IN THE BUILDING! CJ PHOENIX IS IN WGWF! FORMER AW TAG CHAMPION! FORMER HARDCORE, US, AND TRIOS CHAMPION! THE LUMINARY OF DISPAIR IS HEEEERE!
Derrick Diamond: IT’S A KING SHIT REUNION IN THE WORLD’S GREATEST WRESTLING FEDERATION!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The two women in the ring begin pacing around angrily before Alice raises the mic sideways towards her lips.
Alice Gemini: WE ACCEPT!
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Centurion: ALICE GEMINI! ALEXANDRA CALAWAY! KING SHIT! IT’S ON FOR SUMMER MADNESS!
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Here we go with our Semi-Main Event of tonight’s show’ Riddle and York one on one!!
We see the two men in the ring, Cyrus standing near his corner while Justin York is pacing around the ring while badmouthing his opponent who isn’t reacting towards him. York senses security as he hops on the top turnbuckle near him as he rests his body on the top rope while making hand gestures towards Cyrus that he better should bring it. We see the mysterious Cyrus Riddle get out of his very own corner, slowly approaching York who ultimately gets back on his feet and manages to push Cyrus Riddle backward as he executes a spinning kick h towards his opponent's direction. Grinning as he moves his head from left to right as he and Cyrus lock arms. Cyrus uses his height and weight and strength advantage to push York into the ropes before setting up an Irish Whip. York runs towards the ropes, ducks a clothesline from Riddle before jumping the middle rope, and jumps off for a Springboard Crossbody Block. Only to be countered by Riddle as he hits him with a European Uppercut that drops York hard on the canvas. Riddle doesn’t waste time, grabbing Yorke by the head as he bashes him with a bunch of Double Axhandles to the back of his head before locking him in a standing Suplex Position as he executes a Snap Suplex before going for a cover.
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CENTURION: You’re not going to get York like that.
York breaks up the three count as he kicks out, Riddle immediately pulls him up to his feet as he grabs him by his hair. Ignoring the official as he sets York up for an Irish Whip, only to have York reverse it and drops Riddle with a Spinning Heel Kick that sends Cyrus staggering back into the ropes as York follows it up by running to the turnbuckles near to the ropes. There he jumps up the top turnbuckle, jumps off and catches Cyrus Riddle’s head and drops him with a Springboard DDT onto the canvas as he then hooks both of Riddle’s legs and goes for the cover
DERRICK DIAMOND: York spiked him with that variation of a DDT!
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Cyrus kicks out by lifting up his shoulder from the canvas before the count of three.
CENTURION: York nearly put Riddle away! You know Amber Mansley is watching on as well as Edward Grado considering their opponents for Summer Madness are in the ring as we speak.
York executes a standing Moonsault on top of his opponent before charging towards the ropes for a Springboard 450 Splash, which only connects with the knees that Cyrus raised upwards in time before coming in contact with the ribs of York. York can be seen rolling around the ring with agonizing pain upon his face, Cyrus slowly rises as he grabs the left arm of York while placing his knee upon York's ribs on the left side while locking his arm in collar elbow tie-up. Causing the official to ask Justin York whether he is willing to submit to the painful hold, only to be met by a big-time no. York tries to roll through the position, trying to move out of underneath the pressure from Cyrus before slowly getting back to one foot and a knee. Cyrus blasts a closed fist across the shoulder region several times before tightening the grip upon the arm as York gets to his feet. Pushing his hand in the face of Riddle before pushing him in the near corner, there he rakes Cyrus Riddle’s eyes as that forces him to relinquish the grip. There York starts to kick away at the midsection of Riddle before setting him up for an Irish Whip, only to alter the direction as he whips him into the corner where Riddle’s back hits the turnbuckles. York waits for a split second, feeling his painful ribs before executing ten punches to the face before setting him up for an Irish Whip into the other corner on the opposite side. There he sprints towards Riddle, setting himself up for a Flying Forearm, only to be lifted over the top rope by Riddle as he lands on the ring apron. There York follows it up with a Pele Kick to the back of Riddle’s head as that staggers him to his knee while shaking off the cobwebs.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Some STIFF shots being thrown by York and Riddle thus far, can York capitalize?
York measures Riddle as he senses victory, noticing Riddle slowly getting back to his feet before turning around towards him. York executes a Slingshot Spear from the outside into the ring, only to be met by a raised knee to the side of his head. This causes him to drop to the canvas, feeling his own momentum against him as Riddle sets him up for a Crossface submission hold, locking his fingers tightly as York is trying to reach for the ropes. Only to have Riddle to roll him over on his back and rolls through towards the middle of the ring as this makes it impossible for York to reach for the ropes for an escape. We see him attempting to crawl over towards the ropes near to him in an attempt to reach for it. But the grip is being tightened by Riddle as it forces him to resort to other tactics when he starts to bite on the fingers of Riddle to force a break.
CENTURION: You don’t have to like it, but that’s one way to break free from that Crossface.
The official warns York for his illegal tactics, warning that he would disqualify him if he keps up the tactics as York swats his warnings away and kicks Riddle in the back of his head. He tries to inhale some oxygen into his body as his ribs are hurting him. York ignores the warnings as he grabs the hair of Cyrus Riddle and runs laces of his boots across the face as that causes Riddle to grab hold of his eyes in pain as the official warns York for the final time who laughs it off as he turns around. Measuring the distance between him and Riddle before running the ropes and then comes down with a baseball slide to the head of Riddle as that causes him to roll out of the ring to the outside. York immediately looks at Riddle, who is standing on his feet while holding on to the ring apron for balance and ring awareness as he runs to the opposite side of the ring, charges towards Riddle and jumps over the top rope and grabs the waist of Riddle for a Monkeyflip Powerbomb on the outside that causes the fans to react in excitement
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: My sentiments exactly, Brooklyn.
We see a replay of the move, watching Riddle’s head bounce off the concrete padded floor as York stands up and looks around cocky before turning his attention to the camera and gives it a smirk as the official is starting the ten count on both men
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York rolls back in the ring and walks around the ring while mocking the crowd, soaking up the boos as he is preparing himself for a count out victory
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But to the dismay of York it is Riddle that rolls in the ring at the final moment.
CENTURION: RIDDLE’S BACK IN! HE’S BROKEN THE COUNT!
York to run the ropes and jump up for a Springboard Moonsault. Only to have Riddle lift up his legs as that causes York to hit his painful ribs on it. We see Cyrus Riddle shake off the cobwebs as he slowly starts to get back on his hands and knees while crawling over toward York. Riddle pulls him up to his feet and locks York in a Dragon Sleeper, cranking up the lock around the head of York as he is trying to force him to tap out to the hold. York is trying to break out of the hold by trying to grab the head of Riddle and poke his eyes only to have the official to pull the hands away from York. We slowly see York’s body becoming a limp one as the official grabs him by the arm and lifts it in the air as it drops after he lets it go The official reaches the arm once more and lets it it raise in the air for the second time and lets go, only to have it fall once again for the second time.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Riddle’s going to do it! He’s going to choke out York!
The official does it again, only this time we see York grab him by the shirt and pulls him into Riddle. Causing the official to bump into Riddle as that collision causes the hold to be broken.
CENTURION: I don’t like it but I can’t deny the clever way of Justin York finding his way out of immediate danger at the hands of Riddle! This is an incredible match!
We see York cough out loud as he is trying to catch his breath while Riddle shakes his head before arguing with the official who finally gets in the face of York. Who tells him that he slipped in the ring and only grabbed him to maintain his balance before kicking Riddle in the midsection of Riddle and then hits a bicycle-kick across the back of Riddle’s head and rolls him over looking for a three count
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Thre…
Riddle gets his shoulder off the canvas at the final moment, causing York to argue with the referee for a slow count. Completely forgetting Riddle, who manages to lock York back into the Crossface submission hold in the middle of the ring as York is desperately trying to reach for the ropes first with his arm and then trying to move his body in an attempt to drape his foot across the bottom rope, but Riddle rolls him back in the middle of the ring and cranks his hands even tighter across the face of York. York is trying to reach for the ropes in an attempt to break free as he manages to place a finger tip on the bottom rope as which forces the hold to be broken. Cyrus gets up immediately, grabs York by the head, and lifts him up for his finishing move Hitting the Dominator into a sitdown Piledriver as he goes for the pin
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CYRUS RIDDLE
Match Time- 14:19
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The official raises the arm of Cyrus Riddle when out of nowhere we see Mansely run in the ring and low blows Riddle. This causes him to fall down to the canvas as Mansely starts to choke him while we see the official try to get Mansely off of Riddle. The bell starts to ring as Justin York is slowly getting back to his feet and tells Mansely to get Riddle up on his feet and hits him with a spinning heel kick that sends him down. Now both wrestlers start to put the boots to him when suddenly we see Grado charge into the ring while holding a steel chair in his hands. This causes both York and Mansely to flee out of the ring as we see a staredown between York and Grado to emerge before the two heels head to the back.
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We just finished a match when we see the Titan Tron alter the screen to the unfamiliar home that we got to see the other day on Dark. We can hear the same muffled breathing from the same unfamiliar figure when the camera moves towards a window as we look in
UNKNOWN: Oh isn’t this nice?? Look kids, the lady of the house is home with her beautiful child
The camera moves past the curtains as we see Mia Montuori sitting with baby G as she is giving him the bottle.
CENTURION: Oh my God, that’s Joe Montuori’s girl!! That’s MIA! Who is behind this?
UNKNOWN: Isn’t this lovely??? I am sure that Joe would be very thankful knowing that his wife is doing alright.
We see the camera move away as the shot fades.
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The camera has followed Mike Mason into the restroom trying to catch a shot of the “marvelous member”, but they didn’t have a wide angle lense to catch it all, and by the time they had made it back Mason was done and was washing his hands. As The Mecca o Manhood hummed to himself while washing his hands the lights began to flicker in the restroom.
At first Mason just assumed it was a glitch in the powergrid that is strained by the over populated city. Mason gets a feeling that he is being watched, you know by something besides the camera. He pauses and looks around over his shoulder but sees nothing. Mason shakes it off and goes back to washing his hands when the lights begin flickering again.
Mason looks up at the lights as he turns the water off. He looks back and thinks he sees something in the mirror. Mason spins around, but finds nothing behind him. Mason shakes his head and turns back around to finish turning off the water. As he reaches for some papertowels the lights begin to flicker again.
Just then, Lexi appears inside the mirror. She twirls her hair and waves to get Mike's attention. He notices and looks like he has seen a ghost, wondering exactly how she got in there.
Mason turns around to leave, but is no longer in the bathroom. Instead, Mason finds himself trapped in a room full of mirrors, his own reflection starring back at him in every direction. Mason begins to panic, rubbing his eyes and thinking he has been drugged. As Mason’s eyes clear to reveal he is still in the room full of mirrors he hears Lexi laughing behind him.
Mason turns to see Lexi standing in one of the mirrors. Lexi gives Mason a wave, and he responds with an angry growl, while moving forward with a big right hand. Mason’s fist slams into the mirror and the glass shatters everywhere, but there is no Lexi when the glass shatters, just another mirror with his own reflection.
Mike Mason: WHAT IS GOING ON!?!
While he is looking down, he notices a group of big worms come from out of nowhere and start to form a line-up on his leg and start to crawl up there. He tries to shake them off, but they wouldn't move, until finally he swats them away and they disappear. He stands there and runs a hand through his hair and sighs, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess, but as he was thinking of some options a set of hands extend out of one of the broken mirrors and grab Mason by the shoulders and try to pull him in. He fights it, trying his hardest to break free, but the set of hands was too aggressive for him. With enough force, his resistance proved to be too much, and before you knew it he finally disappeared into the mirror.
Mason screams as he is pulled into the mirror, but one of the hands covers his mouth. The light of the scene begins flickering again, and then goes back. Suddenly, the lights flash back on and Mike Mason now lays unconscious in the bathroom floor where this all started.
Mason’s clothes are tattered, his flesh is covered in scratches and bruises, and crawling all over his body are various snakes of all sizes and breeds.
Lexi casually walks into the bathroom, glances down at Mason's unconscious body with a sinister look on her face, then kneels down beside him and picks up one of the snakes, allowing the python to wrap around her neck tightly.
Lexi Gold: If you haven't had second thoughts on facing me at Summer Madness, then maybe this is your answer, unless of course you want more. Trust me, Mason, I always have more mind games up my sleeve. The question is, are you willing to play them with me?
She laughs, and the python sticks its tongue out, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she gets up and smirks before turning on her heel and leaving the scene.
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The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever, with the Intercontinental championship wrapped tightly around his waist. He holds his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand and is flashing that million-dollar smile of his as he stands there, soaking in all the love from the fans.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Intercontinental Champion…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
CENTURION: Here comes the most beloved superstar in WGWF today Derrick!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Speak for yourself, I’m a Benson man through and through..
He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. Once at ringside, he puts his drink down on the apron, takes off the IC title and then picks a kid on the crowd and puts it over their shoulder. He asks the kid if they can hold it for him and the kid nods and then goes crazy with excitement. Cholo then jumps up on the apron, grabs his drink and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. All of the fans get into it, especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he speaks.
CHOLO: QUE PASA BROOKLYN?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Donde esta mi gente Latina?!
A great portion of the crowd responds loudly.
CHOLO: It feels so damn good to be here in New York again, and it also feels good to STILL be your IC champ!
More cheers from the WGWF faithful who start a “Cholo!” chant.
CENTURION: Listen to this place, you can’t tell me Benson or anyone else in this promotion gets this kind of reaction anywhere they go.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh please, these fans are fickle… They’ll cheer you one day and boo you the next.
CHOLO: Gracias mi gente. Huge thanks to Max Daemon on a great match, he made Cholo put in the work and earn that W. He definitely deserved the shot, but if we go back to that four way at the pay-per-view, all of them really deserved a shot… So shout out to Brooke and Lexi as well.
The crowd gives a nice reaction to both ladies.
CENTURION: What a class act this man is.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I think I’m going to vomit.
CHOLO: But let’s focus on the person who EARNED the shot at the hottest event of the year, Summer Madness: “The Rascal King” Johnny Bacchus.
The crowd gives a nice reaction to Johnny, whom he won over at the last show with a fiery promo.
CHOLO: Mi gente, let me tell you what a welcome change it is to face a class act like Johnny, and not a complete jackass like you know who…
The crowd boos loudly and a “F**K Mike Mason!” chant gets started.
CHOLO: It’s cool mi gente, it’s cool… Don’t worry about him. Lexi will take care of him in that snake pit match, you watch.
More cheers for Lexi.
CHOLO: But back to Johnny, the man who is going to make Cholo a legend by giving him the match of a lifetime and that’s even in defeat mi gente… Mine, not his of course.
Cholo smiles and winks..
CHOLO: Cholo knows some of you have taken exception to his words but not Cholo… You see, Cholo gets it… He gets why Johnny is so confident, he has a right to be. He knows and respects who Johnny Bacchus is, what he has done everywhere around the world and for so many years. The man is a living legend, and just stepping in the ring with him is honor enough for Cholo. He knows he has his word cut out for him come the pay-per-view, and this will be, by far, Cholo’s biggest challenge in his short career. For anyone that feels he might have been disrespecting Cholo, stop, he didn’t. He gave Cholo his flowers and the fact that he chose WGWF to come and challenge Cholo of all people, is again an honor. Make no mistake my gente, Johnny is a busy man and he could have fought anyone, anywhere, whenever he wanted. Shoot, he was just announced as the main event of the next, hottest cross-promotional event: The Awakening. Yet, he still wanted to come to this promotion and measure himself against Cholo… Not Sonya Benson, not Peter Vaughn, not Jim Caedus, J-Mont, John Cable, Fred Debonair, the list goes on and on… NO… He wants Cholo.
Cholo pauses as he looks around at the crowd who is hanging on to every word.
CHOLO: Well amigo Johnny, you got all of Cholo…
The crowd cheers.
CHOLO: In just a few short weeks, our legendary match will take place… But that’s in the future, and we’re here in the now, and right now I wanted to have Johnny come out because last week, he left not only Cholo hanging, but all of you fans watching at home. You see Johnny was supposed to be doing commentary during Cholo’s IC title match, but due to some reasons beyond his control, he couldn’t make it here in time. It’s fine, it happens to all of us. But Cholo wants to know what Johnny thought of him as he watched from the best seat in the house, right between Centurion and El Diamante. Cholo is dying to know what The Rascal King thought of his “handpicked” opponent, as he took down another wrestler who can be consider a legend himself in many circles around the wrestling world… So Johnny, Cholo knows you are already here tonight, so amigo, why don’t you give Cholo and the people right here in Brooklyn what they want.
CENTURION: Well here we go Derrick, a lot of people wanted this face off to happen last show, but we get it here tonight instead, and what better place than Brooklyn!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I hope Bacchus comes out and punches Cholo right on his face.
The lights cut, and “Limits” by Bad Omens begins to play over the P.A. The guitar and drums play distant and muffled as white lights flash like sparks around the floor, before a tom hit and pause bring the lights flashing up in bright white. A name appears on the tron: “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus. The crowd gives a pop as out from behind the curtain walks Jonathan Bacchus, dressed in distressed skinny jeans and an oversized brown "Lucky me! I see Ghosts" sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He carries no titles with him this time, only a microphone. As the crowd cheers, he pauses on the stage. After soaking it in, he blows a kiss to the crowd and starts down the ramp.
CENTURION: Well the Rascal King doesn't look like he's coming out ready for a fight.
DERRICK DIAMOND: God forbid we have some fun.
CENTURION: This is the first time in over a month that these two men will be face-to-face, less than a month removed from Summer Madness.
At the base of the ring, Bacchus turns to the stairs and climbs them to the turnbuckle. On the apron, he wipes his shoes before ducking inside, and as the chorus of his theme explodes, he throws his head back and raises his arms into the air. The crowd reaction is loud! He takes a moment to enjoy it before lowering his head, his eyes opening as he walks up to face Cholo, a small smirk coming across his mouth. The music and crowd dim.
JOHNNY BACCHUS: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Main Event of Summer Madness.
As the crowd cheers, Johnny looks directly into Cholo's eyes before turning to the audience.
JOHNNY BACCHUS: And let me make something clear -- that's not a prediction, it's a promise. And it does not matter what night we fall on -- it doesn't even matter where on the night we fall. Whether it's closing out the evening of Night Two or being the first bout to ring a bell on Night One; I heard that cheer for Cholo, just as I heard that cheer for me a moment ago. This is the match, you're all dying to see --this is the match you crave. And whether you're watching it live, on TV, or on some sketchy pirated streaming site, the two of us know the match you're all going to be talking about afterwards. Because let's be real here, folks, it ain't gonna be Amber Mansly's.
The crowd gives another raucous cheer! Johnny turns back to Cholo.
JOHNNY BACCHUS: Now here we are, Cholo, less than a month from the big dance. And I'll be honest with you, I'm somewhat confused. This is our first meeting since that time backstage before I won my opportunity, and so much has changed between the two of us. We have so much to talk about... and you want to talk about your match last week.
Johnny pauses.
JOHNNY BACCHUS: I'll be honest with you, Cholo, it's not that I didn't watch it, but I don't see the point discussing it. You dispatched Max Daemon, a thorn in my side for the better half of three years now. You still have the Intercontinental Championship on your shoulder. You don't need my commentary or approval; you've already got it. And I could sit here and maybe nitpick how you applied a wrist lock or suggest putting a little more stank on a kick, but... what's the point?
A hush falls over the crowd. The smile on Johnny's face falls into an amused smirk.
JOHNNY BACCHUS: So if I may ask... do you really want to talk about your match last week...? Or do you want to talk about our match coming up?
Cholo nods and smiles.
CHOLO: You’re right amigo, there is no need to talk about the past. There is no need to talk about someone you and Cholo both bested, fair enough… It is over and done with, Cholo did exactly what he had to do to ensure he punched his ticket to Summer Madness to face you and keep intact the match that will be on the marquee.. The match that IS the main attraction…. The match, without the bell having even rung yet, is already… Legendary… .
He pauses as the crowd cheers loudly…. He then begins pacing, his smile disappearing and then comes back to be face to face with Bacchus. He brings the microphone back up to his mouth and speaks in a more serious tone.
CHOLO: But there is also no need to talk about the future, the match is booked, we have both done our part and last week you did more than enough talking… Cholo has already done plenty of talking tonight… Amigo, Cholo thinks that the time for talking is done…. And if that is the case, there is only one thing left to do.
A hush falls over the crowd… A wry smile and an intense stare crosses Johnny’s face.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh here we go Cent, we’re actually going to get a preview of Summer Madness right here, right now! I didn’t think Cholo had it in him to throw down like this!
CENTURION: I don’t know if this is a wise decision by Cholo, plus it seems so out of character. But look at the crowd right now, they went from being so rowdy that I couldn’t hear myself think to now being so quiet, you can hear a pin drop!
JOHNNY BACCHUS: Oh yeah? You wanna do something right now?
The crowd pops, but it is not as loud as the tension in the air is now very real. Cholo looks around at the crowd and nods confidently.
CHOLO: Johnny, there is no better place!
The crowd, who hasn’t sat down this whole segment, cheers the loudest they have tonight.
CHOLO: So how about “The Rascal King” and “Cholo” go one on one and….
DERRICK DIAMOND: Do it! Do it you son of a bitch! Pop him right on the mouth!
CENTURION: Jesus Derrick, calm yourself the hell down!
CHOLO: … go have ourselves a drink?
JOHNNY BACCHUS: Sounds gucci – I got the first round.
DERRICK DIAMOND: SON OF A BITCH!
CENTURION: Hahahaha, that’s Cholo for you.
Cholo extends his hand out to Johnny who doesn’t hesitate in shaking it. The crowd is going absolutely apeshit after being taken for an emotional ride by these two… Cholo raises Johnny’s hand and points to him, still paying him his due respect. They then head out of the ring, Cholo grabbing his title from the kid but making sure he signs something for him and takes a selfie. Together with Johnny they head up the ramp, and when they reach the entrance they stop again and this time it’s Johnny who raises Cholo’s arm, which is holding the title. Johnny looks, his smile darkening for a moment as his stare intensifies. Then, as soon as it came it goes, and Johnny’s smile returns as he lowers Cholo’s arm. They disappear to the back as the show goes to commercial.
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The bell sounds as Peter Vaughn and Flash Rotten step out to the ring apron leaving Jim Caedus to start things off against J Mont. The crowd boos J Mont as he holds up both arms in an obnoxious pose before Jim and Mont circle each other… before they lock up we hear a massive ovation upon seeing Flash Rotten call for the Tag. Caedus seems reluctant, J Mont points and laughs at the idea of Flash Rotten entering the ring. Jim shrugs his shoulders and makes the tag to the Co-General Manager of Monday Night Brawl!
CENTURION: I don’t believe what I’m seeing! Flash Rotten is WILLINGLY getting into the ring to start things off against J Mont!!
J Mont spouts off at Flash Rotten who motions for J Mont to “bring it”. J Mont rushes Rotten swinging with a lariat that Flash ducks and runs toward the ropes, Flash bounces off the ropes and lands a flying head-scissors takeover to J Mont that blows the roof off the Barclays Center! J Mont quickly gets to one knee with a complete and utter look of shock in his eyes. The crowd breaks out into a “HOLY SHIT” chant directed toward the ring as Flash throws his arms up in the air with an imitation J-Mont pose
DERRICK DIAMOND: What the hell did I just see?!?!
CENTURION: J Mont better check his trunks after that one, he might be a little wet.
J Mont gets to his feet mouthing at Flash before charging toward him, Flash takes Mont down with a drop toe hold and floats over into a front face lock before paint brush slapping Mont across the back of the head to an even louder ovation from the crowd! Flash, slow, but gets to his feet where he turns and tags Peter Vaughn into the match. Mont pops back up to his feet expecting to see Flash but it’s Vaughn who immediately takes Mont down with a double leg takedown and takes a mount position where the Champion hammers down with a flury of right hands! The referee lays the count to Vaughn who breaks at four and gets back to his feet.
Vaughn picks Mont up and hurls him into the ropes, Mont bounces off the ropes ducking a lariat from Vaughn.
Peter spins around where Mont thumbs him in the eye drawing boos from the crowd before hurling him into the corner housing Sonya Benson. Mont baits Caedus into the ring allowing Sonya to start choking Vaughn with the corner rope wrapping it around his throat! Mont comes into the corner with boots to the midsection as the crowd erupts with massive boos.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Everyone has been talking about the notion of the Handicap Match, but has anyone talked about if Peter and Jim are going to be able to coexist after the week they’ve had? It’s a logical question.
Caedus slips out to the ring apron and when the referee spins around Sonya has removed the rope from around Vaughns neck and J Mont is pulling Peter out toward the center of the ring where he delivers a picture perfect standing dropkick. J Mont makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Vaughn kicks out.
CENTURION: Near fall from J Mont, and to answer your question about Jim and Peter coexisting… Time will tell.
J Mont gets to his feet picking Vaughn up. He twists the right arm of the Champion and takes him back into the corner housing Sonya Benson. Sonya is tagged in and climbs up to the top rope where she nearly falls but catches herself to deliver a double axe handle into the twisted shoulder of Vaughn. Mont exits to the ring apron as the crowd boos Sonya intently. Benson takes Vaughn back into the ropes where she looks for the Irish Whip, Vaughn counters and it’s Benson who bounces off the ropes and into a front handstand by Vaughn who snaps the Television Champion over with a head scissors takeover!
Vaughn pops back up to his feet where he looks to bounce off the ropes to Jim Caedus making the blind tag. Vaughn puts on the brakes as he eyeballs Caedus who steps into the ring. Jim blows past Peter and takes Benson down with a discus lariat. Caedus makes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Benson escapes with a kick out. Jim gets to his feet where he picks Benson up and rocks her with a forearm shot sending Sonya into the ropes. Caedus comes witha big boot only to see Mont yank Benson out of the way and Caedus crotching himself on the top rope! Benson comes up from behind with a School Girl.
1!!
2!!
THR…
Caedus escapes with a kick out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I didn’t see a whole lot of movement from Vaughn there.
Benson gets back to her feet where she picks Caedus up and takes him down with a sloppy armdrag takeover. Sonya locks in an armbar. The referee slides into position asking Jim to surrender. Caedus refuses, he starts to work his way back to his feet where he backs Sonya into the ropes. Caedus lands a knee to the midsection, followed by a second breaking the armbar. Caedus brings Benson off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker and executes the cover.
1!!
2!!
THRE…
J Mont brakes the count as he yanks Caedus off the cover. The referee gets him back out to the ring apron as we see Jim get to his feet.
CENTURION: Some teamwork on display by J Mont and Benson, I hate to say it.
J Mont jumps down to the floor and walks up to the announcers desk where he starts taunting Centurion. Caedus slides out to the floor spinning J Mont around decking him with an uppercut followed by a Purgatory Punch that Mont blocks. In the ring Benson has made her way to the top rope where she leaps off with a Flying Cross Body Block down on top of Caedus! J Mont helps Sonya up to her feet while in the ring Vaughn steps through the ropes and bounces off the far side gaining a full head of steam where he leaps over the top rope with a Senton crashing down on top of Sonya Benson and J Mont